GENERATION OF MUSIC.
"They are amazing."
Hyuuga stood, almost speechless. His gaze wandered off from his drink to the shadow of the two people standing in front of the binding light. The emotion they put into that single song was amazing. The two singers weren't that good—since it's their first performance on stage, but Hyuuga could tell that they will grow much better.
Their voices perfectly synched together. And they didn't overdoe their shoutings, not like him; Hyuuga admitted that, but he knew, that inside of him, he just wanted to shine brightly like them and shout out his voice no matter how hoarse or bad his voice is.
As a five-year old, he can dream.
And he would, he would dream to be on that stage, performing the best with his friends in the future.
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Song 13: Let's Shout Together Our Strength.
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She wanted to punch something.
A person will do, anything will do. She just wanted to vent her frustration over something—not by yelling, because she didn't want to waste her precious voice for it. Aida wasn't pleased by the fact the band that Kuroko joined was going to disband. She wasn't, at all.
She didn't like everything that had happened after they parted ways, though she hoped everything would be okay—she knew it wouldn't. And by the time everything was going well, it had to be ruined. She remembered Kuroko's, no, everyone's face at that time—it was painful for her to watch.
And she can't do anything that time. And now isn't much of a difference. Aida was being dramatic, she knew. But this day was one of the days she can't control her emotions pretty well.
Her fingers typed a number on her phone, as it continued to beep, waiting for the other to answer. By the time the person had answered, without using any hellos, she whispered out. "What did you do?"
A laugh rang to her ears, his fucking annoying laugh. She was beginning to get irritated, as she clenched her fists. "You've seen the news, right?"
"I pity over you guys. When everything was going well, one of you broke again." Finally, other than laughter, the other line answered. Aida could tell, that jerk was smirking like he did. That devilish smirk she despised.
Aida hissed, "Now, if you don't tell me, I swear I'll—"
"Break my arm? Geez. Everyone just loves doing that." He cut off, sarcasm in every tone of his voice. He stopped before continuing, "Unfortunately, I didn't do anything."
"Really? Explain, why I should believe in you." She answered, hatred filling her words. The other was rolling his eyes by now, she guessed, it was his habit when she said that. "You lie almost every time, why should I believe you? You piece of—"
A scoff. "Now, now, mind your language." Aida flinched; she could say that to him too! He cusses almost every time, what gave him the right to advise her language? Her brown eyes narrowed, eyebrows knitted together, "and this time, I'm not fucking lying, woman." His tone was harsh, piercing and cold.
Aida laughed, "You don't intimidate me, Hanamiya."
Hanamiya Makoto smirked under his breath, "Like I'll ever." He twirled his pencil, leaning back to his chair, staring at the Sudoku problem before him. "Now try to call me for a more important matter than this, maybe remembering the old days? Your faces were pleasuring. See ya."
Before Aida could retort back to him, a beep tone was her answer. She stared at her phone without blinking, and then tried to make a smile—a vengeful smile. "Jerk." Hanamiya Makoto was and forever a jerk. And she hated him for that, for ruining everything.
"Murasakibara-kun, why are you also here?" asked Kuroko—his eyes furrowing as he looked at the giant before him then looked at Kagami, as if he was saying: 'why-is-there-a-fourth-person-here-get-rid-of-him.' But of course, the last part wasn't entirely true—maybe.
Murasakibara yawned in response, shrugging his wide shoulders. "I don't know. I met up with Muro-chin but he suddenly wanted to talk with you so we're here…" He slurred lazily, without any care to the world. His eyes were already groggy, maybe in a few moments of silence he would fell asleep like a baby.
The other two—Kagami and Himuro stared at each other as they nodded. Himuro smiled at first, and said, "It's been a while, Kuroko." He started. "We should talk about some things while we're together, yes?"
"You want to talk about the band?" Kuroko asked bluntly. He was already having the gut that his friends would definitely text or talk to him about the Generation of Miracles, it is a big news after all. He would be surprised if it isn't it. "If that's what you're asking, I don't particularly know why." His blue eyes gazed at the giant, guessing that he might know something.
Kagami followed Kuroko's gaze, asking Murasakibara who had his eyes closed. "Oi—don't sleep!" He growled at him, wondering how he could sleep in a situation like this. His purple eyes slowly opened, still showing the hint of sleepiness. "Do you know anything why your band is disbanding?"
Murasakibara yawned, and then cleaned his drool under the mouth. "I thought I said that I don't. Aka-chin's dad just ordered us too, that's all." He rolled his eyes, "And why should I give a damn?"
It looked blurry to his eyes all out of the sudden. A stinging pain met his eyes, he wondered if it's going to be black afterwards. Due to his tall feature, he didn't fall back easily. "Don't joke with me!" Kagami shouted, earning the unwanted attention. "Why should you give a damn? Isn't it obvious? It's your band."
"You don't know, how we felt that time."
"Kagami-kun," Kuroko bit his lips, gazing at the tiger, warning him to not continue any further.
"You don't know, how we felt so hopeless that time!" The tiger continued, without paying any heed to the shadow.
Himuro clenched his fist. He clearly understood what Kagami meant by his words—he knew too much about it, until it even hurts. He wasn't even a part of it, but he was there to support his friends in desperation, and clearly, he knew about the problem. "Taiga, you should stop." Himuro took a hold of Kagami's shoulder, for it to be shaken.
To their displeasure, Kagami continued, in a higher voice. "Kiyoshi was—"
"Kagami-kun!" Kuroko suddenly shouted, which was rare coming from him. It was a strong shout, strong yet also vulnerable.
Unlike his usual strict, over confident gaze, it was brimmed with tears as the confident wave of it looked like it disappeared. Kagami looked under, aware of the sudden attention now. "Someone like you can't understand. If you don't fucking like playing, then stop. At least, I think we're better."
The raven frowned, looking at his childhood friend who held his tears back. He glanced at Murasakibara, looking his big hand covering the part where Kagami had hit him. Is it swollen? His gaze held that meaning, but Murasakibara didn't respond.
He expected Murasakibara to shake his head, or just nod, but it was wrong. "I don't understand." Murasakibara whispered, almost inaudible. "I don't, and I won't bother to try." He grumbled. "But, I know that you guys won't beat us. You're better? As if. My band is better—" Murasakibara stopped in his tracks.
Kuroko's aquamarine eyes widened slightly, as well as Himuro's. He looked at the giant expectantly—hoping he would continue further, continue his every word. If he really did continue, at least Kuroko won't be that depressed, knowing that someone is telling his true feeling—not wanting it to end, the band.
His purple gaze founded interest in the floor. "I'm leaving. Why the hell am I'm doing here, anyway? Sleeping is a better activity to waste time." Murasakibara grabbed his bag on the chair and walked to the door, not sparing a glance to them.
They watched the leaving figure. "Atsushi, don't sleep too late." Himuro voiced out, smiling as the figure stopped for a second then left the café. He just hoped Murasakibara's bed wouldn't be too damped, and he hoped the man wouldn't stay up because he couldn't sleep.
"Clubs? No, I don't want to join it. It's too troublesome." A young teenager with a semi-long purple hair and lazy gaze uttered to the Chinese beside him. Murasakibara twirled his pen with his fingers, and put it over his lips, pumping it. "I don't really want to search any achievement."
The Chinese answered, "I see. It's such a shame though, with your height, you can make it into the basketball club." He scribbled a few doodles on his notebook, of a gorilla with a hoop.
Murasakibara scowled, "Is that supposed to be me?" He pointed down at the drawing. "If I can, I want to preserve my energy. Joining clubs is a waste of time." He sighed.
"And sleeping isn't? Funny." The other chuckled, again, doodling—and this time, monkeys. "But you should try for a few days; if you really don't like it, you can quit." He continued, smiling. "There are some rumors a group of three people made a band in the music club, and it's pretty rumored. Even the head of the music club supported them, Shuzo-senpai. You're pretty good at it, yes?"
He looked at the window, and then his gaze went down—where the upperclassmen were playing some basketball or soccer enthusiastically. He wondered how they had that much energy to do that, going to school was wasting enough energy. "Huh, I'll think 'bout it." Murasakibara shrugged. "You're joining the basketball club, Liu?"
Wei Liu put down his pen, "Do you need to ask?"
The trophy was gold. It was blinding, when they took a hold of it, they thought how they earned it. It felt too good and precious for them to hold and keep—but it was their reward of winning the competition. The good and precious for them to hold and keep—but it was their reward of winning the competition. It was only a small (big) event, but they couldn't forget that moment.
Medals hung around their necks, shining brightly. Again, they wondered how they earned it and are worthy to have it. Click, and there was the picture. They didn't even pose for it, let alone notice that the photographer was taking a picture of them. All they care was—
"We won."
Hyuuga remembered everything like it was only yesterday.
That sensation when he first touched the guitar, when he first picked it out, when he gathered friends to play. And especially, when they first played in stage at the cultural festival. Izuki and Kiyoshi were the most enthusiastic about gathering members at first, but Hyuuga later joined in the fun. The first member they got was Mitobe, and then his friend eventually followed—Koganei who seriously couldn't play a thing that time.
Aida joined as their manager, while she was a daughter of a famous music company around the town, she continued her work magnificently. Kagami and Kuroko suddenly came around that time, where they had released their second album already. They weren't officially a part of the band—but they had so much collaboration together that they basically accepted them as one.
And he still couldn't forget how Kiyoshi suddenly fell from the stage, and was brought into the hospital. Apparently, he had overdose. He drank too many medicines at the morning, and the band knew that Kiyoshi had a weak condition despite his huge body. Some drugs involved? Maybe. He picked some medicines, but the seller made fun of him.
Hanamiya knew, and did that one thing he always likes; blackmailing.
It's not entirely true, but when the rumors spread out; their band would crack in a matter of days that time.
The bonds they had, and all the moments they shared together would never disappear within his mind. They helped him through his hardest, and they achieved their first dream together—being on stage, together.
They were always together, even by the time they faced utter humiliation on stage together from that man. But it began to crack—their bonds—when that happened. Especially as one of them (their heart.) had a terrible condition, and was weakening. He couldn't even say a word that time—
It hurt.
Maybe something possessed them; into the point where they couldn't think anymore and just gave up—together once again. There were some times they get together—wondering why they broke, but when they tried to touch the instruments—the very scene haunted them making them unable to hold it.
It was around the time when they keep on losing due to lack of concentration, and their plays began to get worse, they said that taboo; "—we're not meant for music."
Humiliation could be caused in many ways; lack of respect or appreciation, being forced into a position, suffering an insult, etc. In Seirin's case—caused by Hanamiya, it was manipulation. He treated them like fools—like objects and manipulated them easily. It irritated them how he managed to do it until the very end and until Kiyoshi injured himself again.
"You can't continue to blackmail us like that." What they had said as they confronted the smirking man, who was happily scrubbing down the notes. "and what if I do? You will continue as my pawns—and look, finally, that man broke down for years protecting you guys." And they snapped, resulting their breakdown.
Koganei became a part-time worker at some designing company, Mitobe became a free-lance writer, Aida continued being a manager for a band that he didn't know as well continuing her work at the company, Izuki became a philosophy teacher, Kiyoshi and him were just working at the same company as Aida because—he didn't know, he just wanted to escape from the music world but he knew that he can't.
Kagami and Kuroko continued singing.
He saluted their determination, he always had. He knew that in a time, they hated playing but in the end, they stood strong and continued their career. Even at their farewell party, they sang a song that holds so much meaning for them all. They all cried together.
"If I were all on my own, how much would I have been able to do? How far would I have been to go? In the face of overwhelming power, would I have reached my limit, stuck at the end of the line?"
"I shout! We'll rise (you shout) to even greater strength! (We shout) You can't just rely. (Let's shout!) Each one of us will find his own strength. –Until we achieve our dreams, we'll never hesitate."
"Ace-sama ni banzai." Takao repeated his song monotonously in the rain, walking with his hood on. He looked at the grey sky, thinking how it really fits with all the drama happening at once. He sighed while he remembered how Midorima told him all that had happened—the meeting with Akashi's father, the news, and what happened afterwards. Even Midorima told him a few hints about Akashi's family, but with his keen intuition, Takao could wrap those pieces into one.
Akashi was like that rich child of a strict father and a caring mother who eventually died, making the child to go almost—out of his mind, if you must say it in a 'better' way. He didn't pity the boy, no one loves getting pitied at. So he decided to not care about it too much.
Takao cared more about how he didn't know so much about his friend—Midorima's situation. He knew that he was having a hard time as well, but he had hit him on the face—obnoxiously saying that he couldn't understand when Takao's the one who doesn't. He felt embarrassed at the fact.
He wanted to hit himself in the face.
He stared at the oshiruko on his hand, still not open and still full. "What a twisted life." He muttered, opening the can and drinking it.
Takao wondered if his past life was the same way.
Momoi rubbed her groggy eyes, yawning, fighting over the sleepiness over her. In the end, she barely could sleep the night. She put on her usual clothes for a day at home; a pink tank top and knee length shorts. Barely opening her eyes, she tried to walk to her fridge and poured some orange juice to her glass.
Its sour flavor managed to remove her sleepiness a bit. She heaved a breath and then went to the bathroom to wash her face, treating her face. As a singer, sometimes an actress, she needs to treat her face properly. Putting a mask, she head out to her room.
A beep sound came from her phone. She raised an eyebrow as a voicemail was there, "Momoi-chan? It's me, Imayoshi—" How rare for him to contact the female. Momoi bit her lips, sensing there might be something bugging the man. "—On to the point, do you know that theAkashi Seijuro cut all of his ties to our company?"
Her eyes widened in disbelief. "I asked why, and it was quite nicely. Sadly, he cut off the phone." Imayoshi continued, clicking his tongue. "I tried to contact him again to no avail. He turned off his phone; any ideas? Call me back when you do."
And the next thing she heard was a beep. Momoi checked if her ears were dirty or something—half hoping that it were. Akashi Seijuro was pretty serious about this matter in hand, she knew the boy was like that, but she didn't expect he would go this far for his father.
She sincerely hoped he would pick up. But as she expected, he didn't.
Nijimura Shuzo glared at his phone harshly. Seriously, who the hell does Haizaki thinks he is? Ditching work and pilling the work to his senior, how insolent! He can't even bother to just show up at work. A simple phone call saying; sorry, I caught a cold—full of lies, and he thinks he could get away with it.
Oh no, he couldn't. Nijimura's going to make sure of that. And Haizaki's going to get his lesson for disrespecting his seniors well.
The tall dark haired man checked his schedule twice, and re-wrote it. Work just keeps pilling up on him, with the gigantic news of the GoM disbanding, everything went nuts. What did he do in his past life to deserve this kind of fate? He certainly angered God once to have this much of work, heck, even at this age—turning 27 this year, he couldn't get a girlfriend.
At least, if he's going to work for the rest of his life, give him one! He would need some break from all those typing. When he was about to continue his work, his co-worker called him. "Nijimura-senpai, there's someone that wants to meet you."
"Ha? Tell him or her to lay off, Sakurai. I don't want any guest right now." Nijimura answered inwardly, irritated by the sudden interruption. What part was he on right now?
Sakurai tensed up, "I-I'm sorry! I told him to leave but he keeps persisting…"
Nijimura furrowed his eyebrows, "Let him be. It's final, I don't want any guest. And would you kindly leave now?" He continued, stressing over the work. What kind of person that wants to meet him anyway, to be that persistent? Usually after getting told that the target wasn't available, the person would walk off especially if the information keeper was Sakurai. Getting said sorry over and over again wasn't a great thing.
"Now, now. Your guest has already taken his busy time to meet you; it's rude to tell him off." A voice chuckled near the door—behind Sakurai. Sakurai jumped, surprised by the sudden intrusion while Nijimura was getting more and more irritated. Out of all persistent people he knew, it had to be him?
Nijimura scoffed, "And how about you? With all of the ruckus and the dire situation going on around here—caused by you, everyone is worrying and their workload is increased (thank you very much.) but is it okay for you to be wandering around here?" He scowled at how calm the man looks, it irritated him so much.
He was wearing a tuxedo, and his hair was gelled to the back. And his expression was as ever—calm, calculating, peaceful. "I wonder. Is it that bad?"
"Very much so." The taller man replied, stepping to the man, looking down because of their height difference. "You owe me two days of break because of the ruckus you made."
"It's not that bad."
"It is." Nijimura sighed. "You can pay it up by answering some of this humble reporter's questions."
Akashi Seijuro smiled, leaning on the door, while crossing his arms. "I'll pay it."
A/N: Hey guys, It's me again, back with another chapter :) I'm sorry it took so long and it's so short omg but I had problems writing this. I'm still sad that KnB ended lol. Well, at least they ended it well and there are still fandom and the anime! I noticed Nijimura not appearing in the last chapter so I wrote him here, I hope you like this chapter :) I'm sorry for the lateness and errors here.
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p.s: i can't believe i wrote hanamiya/aida.